Become one with all that has ever been and all that ever will be,

the world cannot be fixed,

the world is not broken.

The watchmaker tinkering with small parts,

                                             small tools.

A delicate balancing act,

following the recipe to a tee.

Less venom coursing through my veins,

put my ear to the ground and hear the tide ebbing and flowing.

Drink deeply from the cup of mortality and place the necessary things on the right pedestals.

Release melancholy,

replace want with need.


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